Here I sit at my favorite cafe in the whole world, with the most beautiful young woman I've ever
had the pleasure of calling mine. We come here often for quiet breaks from the hustle and grind of everyday
life in the big city. I'm drinking the usual, A smoky, full bodied, steaming hot cup of Yerba Mate that's so damn hot I won't be able to drink it for at least 15 minutes. Usually I leave all sweeteners out, but I have been deathly ill the past 3 days, and still have a lingering pest of a sore throat, so I dumped boatloads of honey into this particular cup of sublime splendor.
I called in sick to work today because I am in no condition to be handling the food of the people. I'm a cook at a grill right across the street form a big university here in town and i've only worked there for a couple weeks now. The place is like a vortex of madness, icluding but not limited to: debauchery; copious amounts of cannabis being smoked in numerous places such as the walk-in freezer; the hallway out behind the kitchen etc; binge drinking, ok, maybe it's not considered binge drinking when you drink like that everyday but these guys can guzzle. As for me I rarely drink anymore, save for the occasional craft beer or glass of wine with my dinner. I am in a happy loving relationship, and I don't eat meat except seafood. So to sum it up, I don't really fit in. I'm not like anyone I work with, yet I am strangely comfortable in the crazy world which is life in the kitchen, and I get along and even like everyone I work with. So for now I am content.
Until tomorrow...
